wipe the sweat from his forehead. He hated the nightmares, they left him exhausted, and in a place he didn’t want to go back to.
Unable to fall asleep again; his bedside clock brightly glowing out a 5.24 a.m., he decided to get up and make himself a coffee whilst watching the early morning Sky news. As he sat there, he went back over the nightmare once again. They were far more prevalent, disturbing and dark after he’d had a drink. He wondered if the booze relaxed him so much that his mind and body were unable to hold back or subdue the memories that he did so well to contain during consciousness.
***
Scott was in the briefing room shortly after 8 a.m., finishing a breakfast of mixed fruits and Greek yogurt whilst waiting for the rest of the team to arrive for the morning briefing. Raj and Sian were already there, with Mike trailing in apologetically last.
Scott perched on the end of the table.
“Morning ladies,” Scott started off, his opening comment met with the deliberate clearing of throats from Raj and Mike.
Scott smiled and carried on ignoring them in jest. “As I said, morning ladies, we’ve got work to do,” Raj and Mike shook their heads as they looked down at their notes.
“Where’s Abby, Mike?”
“Guv, she’s just on the phone to officers in Southampton, she’s been digging around in Fraser’s background. She’ll be joining us shortly.”
“Ok, well let’s carry on. We know that Stone and Fraser knew each other and we know that Fraser was giving Stone a lot of money, most likely in exchange for drugs. We also know that Stone was more than likely importing drugs through various channels. The high tech boys retrieved deleted web history relating to ferry timetables, landing strips and so on.
Sian I want you to go through the list of contacts on Stone’s phone, five numbers crop up the most, find out who they belong to. One of them must be his supplier.”
Sian nodded her agreement.
“Raj, I want you to get hold of the CCTV footage of both clubs for the last few weeks, let’s see if we can get Fraser in the frame or identify any contact between them, ok?”
“Yep.”
Mike raised his pen to get Scott’s attention as Scott got up to walk over to look out of the window.
“Guv, I’ve been chasing up a few contacts and asking about the Phoenix and Urban. Now I’m not sure how much truth there is in it, but a few said that Fraser was a main dealer and none of them had known of Stone dealing. If you wanted some gear, his clubs were the place to go and get them hassle free.”
There was a long silence whilst Scott stood there. The team were exchanging glances and raising eyebrows, almost having a telepathic conversation between themselves without a word being spoken.
The penny dropped for Scott and he spun around thumping his forehead with the palm of his hand.
“Fuck, bollocks, I think I’ve been looking at this from the wrong angle.”
“You’ve lost me, Guv.”
“Mike, Fraser is the main dealer. I reckon he was paying Stone a sweetener in return for peddling his shit in the clubs without any hassle. The regular payments make sense now.”
There was a general agreement around the room.
“But that doesn’t account for the seventy-six grand paid to Stone a few years ago.”
“Hang on, Guv,” Sian interrupted, quickly sifting through her notes. “Ok, how about this, Guv? Our investigations into Stone have already shown that he launched both clubs about five years ago. What if Fraser helped fund the clubs, and that seventy-six grand was his share of the business, the timing of the payment seems to correlate?”
“That plus regular payments in return for using the clubs for peddling his shit. Fraser was a silent partner, then.”
“Sounds about right, Guv.”
“And it was a lucrative set up, that someone else wanted to get in on, resulting in them both being taken out….good work, Sian.”
“Thanks, Guv.”
Scott was just about to carry on when Abby
Unable to fall asleep again; his bedside clock brightly glowing out a 5.24 a.m., he decided to get up and make himself a coffee whilst watching the early morning Sky news. As he sat there, he went back over the nightmare once again. They were far more prevalent, disturbing and dark after he’d had a drink. He wondered if the booze relaxed him so much that his mind and body were unable to hold back or subdue the memories that he did so well to contain during consciousness.
***
Scott was in the briefing room shortly after 8 a.m., finishing a breakfast of mixed fruits and Greek yogurt whilst waiting for the rest of the team to arrive for the morning briefing. Raj and Sian were already there, with Mike trailing in apologetically last.
Scott perched on the end of the table.
“Morning ladies,” Scott started off, his opening comment met with the deliberate clearing of throats from Raj and Mike.
Scott smiled and carried on ignoring them in jest. “As I said, morning ladies, we’ve got work to do,” Raj and Mike shook their heads as they looked down at their notes.
“Where’s Abby, Mike?”
“Guv, she’s just on the phone to officers in Southampton, she’s been digging around in Fraser’s background. She’ll be joining us shortly.”
“Ok, well let’s carry on. We know that Stone and Fraser knew each other and we know that Fraser was giving Stone a lot of money, most likely in exchange for drugs. We also know that Stone was more than likely importing drugs through various channels. The high tech boys retrieved deleted web history relating to ferry timetables, landing strips and so on.
Sian I want you to go through the list of contacts on Stone’s phone, five numbers crop up the most, find out who they belong to. One of them must be his supplier.”
Sian nodded her agreement.
“Raj, I want you to get hold of the CCTV footage of both clubs for the last few weeks, let’s see if we can get Fraser in the frame or identify any contact between them, ok?”
“Yep.”
Mike raised his pen to get Scott’s attention as Scott got up to walk over to look out of the window.
“Guv, I’ve been chasing up a few contacts and asking about the Phoenix and Urban. Now I’m not sure how much truth there is in it, but a few said that Fraser was a main dealer and none of them had known of Stone dealing. If you wanted some gear, his clubs were the place to go and get them hassle free.”
There was a long silence whilst Scott stood there. The team were exchanging glances and raising eyebrows, almost having a telepathic conversation between themselves without a word being spoken.
The penny dropped for Scott and he spun around thumping his forehead with the palm of his hand.
“Fuck, bollocks, I think I’ve been looking at this from the wrong angle.”
“You’ve lost me, Guv.”
“Mike, Fraser is the main dealer. I reckon he was paying Stone a sweetener in return for peddling his shit in the clubs without any hassle. The regular payments make sense now.”
There was a general agreement around the room.
“But that doesn’t account for the seventy-six grand paid to Stone a few years ago.”
“Hang on, Guv,” Sian interrupted, quickly sifting through her notes. “Ok, how about this, Guv? Our investigations into Stone have already shown that he launched both clubs about five years ago. What if Fraser helped fund the clubs, and that seventy-six grand was his share of the business, the timing of the payment seems to correlate?”
“That plus regular payments in return for using the clubs for peddling his shit. Fraser was a silent partner, then.”
“Sounds about right, Guv.”
“And it was a lucrative set up, that someone else wanted to get in on, resulting in them both being taken out….good work, Sian.”
“Thanks, Guv.”
Scott was just about to carry on when Abby
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